Jin-ah returned from the wedding, exhausted and drained. She traveled alone, and the weight of the day lingered heavily on her shoulders. She headed straight to the bed upon arriving at the mansion, feeling an overwhelming sense of loneliness.
The mansion was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that amplified her thoughts. There was no one around-no Taehyung, no Niki. She collapsed onto the bed, the events of the day playing over in her mind. The taunts, the whispers, the unwanted attention from her uncle-it all swirled together in a haze of discomfort and fatigue.
She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The mansion's silence was oppressive, amplifying every creak and distant sound. She glanced at the scratch on her hand, a thin, angry line that reminded her of the day's events.
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She traced the scar lightly with her fingers, wincing at the sting. "Why did I even bother going?" she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper in the empty room. "I should've known it would be a disaster."
The memory of her uncle's lecherous gaze made her shudder. She had escaped, but not without leaving a piece of her confidence behind. "Pathetic," she chastised herself, "I let them get to me. I should be stronger than this."
Jin-ah's thoughts drifted to Niki. He had decided to stay with his friend Min-ji, away from the drama and tension that seemed to follow her. She missed him, his presence a small comfort in her tumultuous life. "At least he's safe," she sighed, trying to find solace in that fact.
She closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep. "Tomorrow will be better," she whispered, though she didn't quite believe it. "It has to be."
Jin-ah pulled the covers tighter around her, feeling the weight of the day's emotional and physical scars. Despite everything, she knew she had to keep moving forward, if not for herself, then for the memory of her mother and the promises she had made.
The night stretched on, and slowly, fitful sleep began to take hold, offering a brief respite from her troubled thoughts. --- Jin ah pov:
I woke up to the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains. The mansion was as silent as a tomb, and the weight of solitude pressed down on me. It was a holiday, and I had nowhere to be, nothing to distract me from my thoughts.
I sat up slowly, feeling the dull ache in my body. Taehyung hadn't come home last night, or if he had, he hadn't made his presence known. It was typical of him to come and go as he pleased, leaving me to navigate the emptiness of this vast house.
Rubbing my eyes, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stretched. The scratch on my hand had scabbed over, a stark reminder of the previous day's events. I stared at it for a moment, then shook my head, pushing the memory aside.
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